


To the Moon and To Saturn

by PeachyKeener



Category: Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)
Genre: ... - Freeform, .........., Alpha Peter Parker, Alpha Steve Rogers, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, He uhh almost kills a man, Hurt/Comfort, I'm full of shame but this is what she requested: Vaugely Mpreg, Kinda, M/M, Omega Harley Keener, Omega Tony Stark, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, angst/hurt comfort, blame her, blame my friend, but it gets, i promise its not obnoxiouly in your face about it, i promise this is worth the read, im so sorry i exist man, implied major character death but no actual major character death, its very soft and fluffy, not explicitly, okay fair warning, okay so, pretty explicite kinda youll see, this was a PROMPT and it got WEIRD but its not too weird just standard a/b/o stuff
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-12-03
Updated: 2020-12-03
Packaged: 2021-03-09 23:54:41
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,511
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27864922
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/PeachyKeener/pseuds/PeachyKeener
Summary: He hated the way metal-tinged and tinged and tinged and then crackled as it crushed under the weight of something or another. He had that sound. Even the sound of metal moving against itself- like the Iron Man suits walking, or Harley scraping their initials on their shared workbench, or any number of things that he found himself loving as an after thought- made him cringe. It was probably the super hearing.He hated the sound of crumbling metal, but right now, right here, in this battle, he would give anything to hear the familiar scrapes and crumbles of the Iron Lad armor.
Relationships: Harley Keener & Tony Stark, Harley Keener/Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Avengers Team, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Comments: 11
Kudos: 88





	To the Moon and To Saturn

**Author's Note:**

> I am so sorry 
> 
> this was a request from an irl friend bc yes my irl friends DO infact read my writings. 
> 
> Anyway i promise the actual plot of this fic is really really good, its just a liddol,, yk,,, a/b/o ish,,, its not too bad. I hope you guys like it.

Peter always hated the sound of crumbling metal. 

It wasn’t one he got to hear often and when he did… well… his gut curled remembering the sound of buildings collapsing, bridges falling, a plane on a beach being torn apart by a certain supervillain whose daughter he’d taken to homecoming. He hated the way metal-tinged and tinged and tinged and then crackled as it crushed under the weight of something or another. He had that sound. Even the sound of metal moving against itself- like the Iron Man suits walking, or Harley scraping their initials on their shared work bench, or any number of things that he found himself loving as an afterthought- made him cringe. It was probably the super hearing. 

He hated the sound of crumbling metal, but right now, right here, in this battle, he would give  _ anything  _ to hear the familiar scrapes and crumbles of the Iron Lad armor.    
  
“HARLEY!” His voice was going to give out as he screamed. “HARLEY! NO! NO!”    
  
It was supposed to be a simple fight, his mind screamed at him, everything in him fighting to rush to the pile of ashes that now made up his mate. Everything in his body was screaming, everything was so loud, and Harley was- Harley was- his mate- his omega- his  _ everything-  _

Something in him snapped and he saw red. Letting out a raw scream, he jerked forward, throwing off the bots from where they were trying to pin him down. They broke under his touch, and for a moment, for a vague moment, Peter felt like he was watching Achilles tear through the sea of Trojans. Harley had called that act of slaughter more monster than man. And then hot tears flooded his vision and rage flooded his veins and he kept  _ screaming.  _ No robots were able to even touch him as he continued his rampage. Maybe his team was trying to get his attention but he didn’t  _ care-  _ he didn’t  _ care-  _ not when this stupid fucking villian had just disintegrated the only thing Peter had to live for. 

The world was quiet. There was no scraping of metal. There was no crumbling of the suit. There was nothing but a pile of ash where the love of his life was and this  _ creature  _ was the cause of it. His hands didn't tremble, even as part of the mask was blasted off, even as something shot through his gut, even as the slowly dawning reality of his mate jumped into his bones. 

Peter was going to  _ kill  _ this man. 

His hands wrapped around the old Villain's throat and for a second all Peter could feel was the heartbeat- a heartbeat Harley no longer had. He spat, rage fueling his every move, “You’re  _ dead- you’re dead- you’re dead- you’re dead-”  _

Hands tugged at him, his teammates he thought blankly, but he didn’t budge. The villain was clawing at his hands like he was struggling to breathe.  _ Good,  _ he thought as his mind raced in millions of directions at once.  _ Good.  _ This person  _ deserved to die-  _ he deserved it- he deserved it-  _ he killed Harley.  _

“Spidey!” Someone screamed at him and successfully jerked him away from the squirming villain. “Stop!”    
  
He rotated in the person’s arms, and punched Steve in the face with full force, “HARLEY’S DEAD BECAUSE OF HIM- MY MATE IS DEAD-”

Steve stumbled back, bleeding from the nose as Peter kept hitting. It didn’t even matter that he was no longer hitting bots, that his fists were meeting the flesh of one of his friends. Rage blinded his vision. His chest felt tight. This couldn’t be  _ happening.  _ This couldn’t be. 

His other teammates jerked to pull him off, but they clearly hadn’t learned from Steve’s mistake. He was more monster than man, his brain echoed, playing back memories of Harley’s sharp grin and loud laugh and soft eyes. He had read the Iliad to Peter every other week in their first month of dating, live commentary of all, and Peter had always thought that they were Achilles and Patroclus. Now that Harley was dead, now that his mate was gone, now that the love of his life had been brutally murdered by someone else with Peter powerless to stop it, he was almost certain he was turning into the beast of Achilles that Harley had always made fun of so often while they were reading. 

Punching through his friends and teammates, he screamed again. Couldn’t they  _ understand?  _ Couldn’t they understand that Harley was  _ dead-  _ his Harley-  _ dead- dead- dead- dead- dead-  _ It played on repeat in his head until the entire world was numb except for the knowledge that Harley was never going to breathe again. 

Harley was never going to wake him up in the morning with a poke and tell him to get his lazy ass out of bed again. Harley was never going to kiss his shoulder in the shower again. Harley was never going to trace over his scars again. Harley was never going to smile at him again. Harley was never going to get lost in inventing again. Harley was never going to do anything ever again. 

And it was one man’s fault. 

He jerked away from the pack that was trying to hold him back-  _ hold him down-  _ like he’d been burned and ran full speed at the retreating Villain. He hadn’t killed Ben’s murderer. He hadn’t killed Ben’s murderer because at the time he’d been a little boy who didn’t know his powers and still thought he could save the world- he had  _ chosen  _ not to kill the man who murdered Ben. But he wasn’t a little boy anymore and this man- this  _ villain-  _ had shown him he couldn’t save the world. He couldn’t even save Harley. And that- that wasn’t okay. 

“ _ I’ll make you pay _ ,” He roared, Anger running through every molecule in him. He thought he could feel the rage powering him, making him stronger, every reflex in him aching to feel the man’s neck in his hands, cracking under the pressure of his hands, “ _ I will fucking kill you- I’ll shred you apart limb from limb- I’ll tear you to shred- you killed my Harley- I’ll tear your heart out with my bare hands like you’ve torn mine-”  _

The sound of metal scraping filled his ears and Tony pulled him back, clutching at his shoulders, “Peter-”    
  
_ “Let me go,”  _ He hissed jerking to get back to strangling the fucker that had killed his mate,  _ “Fucking let me go, let me go so I can kill him-”  _ _   
_ _   
_ “Harley’s not dead!” Tony shouted, face mask flipping up. He looked shaken, physically ill. “Harley’s not dead, he wasn’t in the suit!” 

Rage bubbled in his chest,  _ “Liar-”  _

“I’m not lying! I’m not-” His mentor took a deep breath, “He- Peter, he was remote piloting the suit, he wasn’t actually in it. He’s not dead, he’s not dead. He’s in the tower- he’s in the  _ lab,  _ he’s not  _ dead,  _ he’s  _ not.”  _

“He-” The world was spinning behind his eyes, and he jerked, pulling up the mask past his nose so that he could get better air. “What?”    
  
“I told him to remote pilot the suit for this mission.” The omega was still shaking and it was then he registered what he had done. 

The Villain was still laying on the floor choking for air and behind Tony’s shoulders, Steve Rogers was receiving medical attention from Nat. He’d done that. He’d almost murdered- and Steve- he’d- his gut rolled. He couldn’t find it in him to feel too bad for what he’d done to the Villian but god, if he didn’t want to throw up at what he’d done to his  _ teammate.  _ His  _ friend.  _ This was a man he’d known since he was  _ fourteen.  _ This was Tony’s mate. 

None of that mattered though. None of that really sank in beyond fleeting thoughts has his breath became tighter and shorter and the aftershock of what he’d just witnessed pounded into his soul, “What- I don’t understand- he’s, he’s alive?”    
  
“Your bond is still in place,” Tony’s gloved hands were clutching at his shoulders. “Isn’t it?”    
  
That was… that was true. He’d been so caught up in the panic and fear and anger when he’d seen his mates' armor disintegrate in front his eyes that he hadn’t even realized he could still feel the pangs of Harley's own panic in the back of his mind. He could feel his mate trying to reach out to him. 

A sob escaped his lips and he collapsed, shuttering hard, “I thought- I thought- Tony, he disappeared and I thought he was dead- I thought he was  _ dead-”  _

“He’s not dead. He’s not dead. He- he wasn’t in the suit Peter. Harley wasn’t in the suit.” 

Grief ripped through him fast and steady. His entire world was trembling really hard now as he focused on the pressure in his brain that meant his mate was alive. His Harley was alive. He was going to be able to see his Harley again and it would be okay. Sobs wracked through his body, and he tore at the cloth of the mask the best he could without pulling it off all the way, “He’s alive- he’s alive- oh thank god- thank god- fuck- fuck- he’s alive- oh god, he’s alive.”    
  
“He’s alive,” Steve stood next to Tony now, and in the back of his mind he was relieved the other member of his team was actually okay. “He’s alive- but we didn’t know that and- and- now we just want to get home and make sure, okay, kid?”    
  
“He’s alive.” The words were on repeat in his mind, “He’s alive. He’s  _ alive.”  _

Guilt flashed across his mentors face, “Steve- I didn’t mean to-”    
  
“You should’ve told us.” The older Alpha’s voice held so much upset and it was then that Peter remembered that it wasn’t just him that loved Harley. His mate had an entire team. “If you had told us-”    
  
“I couldn’t, Steve,” Tony reached for his mate, “I couldn’t- you- I’ll tell you soon but we- we need to get home first-”    
  
Peter sobbed again, “Home- Home-”    
  
Jerking to his feet, the world spun wildly behind his eyes and he geared up his web-shooters and just  _ went.  _ He needed to find him. He needed his mate. 

  
  
  


Harley’s gut was sinking as he raced to the rooftop. He had tried to follow along after the vaporization of the suit over the coms the best he could, but he hadn’t been able to see anything, only hear. Hands still trembling from the cold dread that curled in his gut when he realized what his mate was going through, he jerked open the rooftop door. 

The city was so peaceful right now. It was quiet in the aftermath of the villain attack. The sun was setting over the buildings and everything was pink and gold and if it was any different day this was the type of sky that would have him and Peter tangled up on the roof, laughing and kissing and having fun. But it wasn’t a different day. It wasn’t. Instead, his mate had thought he had been murdered in front of him. 

His hands were still trembling. 

He almost missed the thwip of the webs as his mate scrambled onto the roof, ripping off his mask in one movement and then racing to him in another. Peter crashed into him with a force, not hesitating to pick him up and crowd him against the wall, pinning him in with the other boy's body- and Harley felt the dread in his gut build and build as his mate sobbed into his hair. 

“You’re alive,” Peter’s voice was broken- from the screaming, from the venom, from the rage, from something- and his hands were dragging against every piece of available skin he could get. “You’re alive- you’re alive- omega, please-”   
  
“I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m  _ here,”  _ willingly, he tilted his neck in submission to Peter, trying not to let his own tears overflow seeing his alpha sob hard enough to shake. Peter jerked scent marking him roughly, assuring himself that Harley was alive, that he was  _ there  _ and alive and god if that didn’t make Harley wanna cry even more. “I’m safe, Peter, I’m safe.” 

Peter let out a strangled growl, sobbing quietly and forcing closer to his mate, “Not safe- not safe- this isn’t-”    
  
“Breathe, Peter,” He coached gently, running a hand through those brown curls. “Breathe. Breathe. I am safe, because I’m in your arms. I’m here. I’m alive. I’m safe. Do you- lets go down to the nest okay? We can put it on blackout, it’ll be  _ safe.”  _

“I can’t  _ lose you,”  _ Peter whimpered against his neck sobbing brokenly even as he obliged his mate and pulled them away from the wall and carried him through the door, and down the flight of stairs to the access room and to the elevators, keeping him pressed tightly to his chest the entire time. “You  _ died  _ and I- I-  _ I broke-  _ I can’t lose you, don’t let me lose you, please- please-” 

“I wasn’t in the armor,” Blinking away tears, he tried to regain composure. He was the one who had broken his mate like this, made him break like this. “I wasn’t in the armor. I was here. I’m in your arms and safe, Peter, I’m  _ safe.”  _

Peter shuddered in response, before bringing him into their nest slowly. Really, he should have thought of it as his nest. Proper omega’s rarely shared their nests with their mates or anyone, but he wasn’t exactly a proper omega and this wasn’t just his nest, it was  _ their  _ nest. It’s where Peter and he spent their nights, it’s where they spent time together, it was their cuddle space and their safe space and their place to just be them. It was  _ their  _ nest. 

The second that they were in it- the door locked behind them- Peter shuddered again, and laid him down gently before pressing over him like a weighted blanket. His mate let out a heartbreaking sob face buried into his neck, “I lost you-”   
  
“You didn’t lose me.” His voice was firm, and he slipped his hands into those brown curls, soothing them and playing with them gently. The reaction was immediate, with the tension in Peter’s chest releasing just slightly. “You didn’t lose me. It was just the armor. It was only the armor, baby. I wasn’t in it. I’m here, I’m in your arms. I’m here.”

“I thought-” Peter breathed him in and with each breath he seemed to relax just a little more. “I thought I lost you. It was like- It was like losing Ben, but  _ worse.  _ I can’t live in this world without you and I- I was so afraid-”    
  
“You don’t have to be afraid anymore.” 

Peter pressed his nose into the scent gland on his neck and just focused on breathing. Letting his hands wander, he smoothed over the fabric of the Spider suit. There were tears in it from the battle, but the skin exposed from the tears was healed over. Warm. He pressed his hands into the nooks and crannies of the back of his lover, kissing his head as he did. Peter relaxed even more but didn’t let himself relax. 

The sobs against his neck were getting lighter and lighter by each passing minute but Harley knew his mate. He knew his mate and he knew that this was truly the rain before the hurricane. The next few weeks… would be tough on them… and the conversation they still hadn’t had… Harley shook his head, pulling Peter even closer to him. His mate nipped gently at the claiming bond that had been put there just a year earlier and Harley shuddered underneath Peter’s teeth. It seemed to sink the last few parts of Peter’s tension away from him though because now he was just breathing heavily, tangled into Harley’s everything. 

Harley held his breath for three seconds. Let go for three. Breathed in for three. Held for three. Peter mirrored his breath just like he mirrored everything about Harley. They loved each other to the point where sometimes Harley wondered where he began and Peter ended. It was nice to be loved like that. To be so different from someone but recognize yourself in them. It was nice. 

By the time that Peter started to trace patterns on his side the room was dark with only moonlight beaming through the window, but his breathing was better and they were no longer trembling. Quietly, gently, he shifted them, turning them so Peter was sitting with his back to the wall and him in Peter’s lap. Murmuring he looked at the ceiling, “Fri, turn on the fairy lights.”    
  
The lights lit up their nest and he leaned in to gently kiss Peter. His mate had tear tracks on his skin that Harley delicately whipped away with a finger, before brushing a gentle kiss to his hairline. Peter’s hands had fallen to his hips during the shift and were planted there, clutching like this was his lifeline. 

It probably was. 

They stayed in silence for a few more minutes before Peter spoke up, “Why- Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t going to be in the suit?”    
  
His mate's voice was worse than gravel and he closed his eyes. The words were supposed to come to him naturally- he was supposed to be able to talk to him about anything and everything and yet this was the thing tripping him up. This was what was killing him. 

“I just-” He didn’t open his eyes as he spoke, but Peter cupped his face gently and Harley leaned into his hands, “It was a last-minute decision, Peter. Tony- Tony told me to stay here. And I’m glad I did.”    
  
“I’m  _ so fucking  _ glad you weren’t in that suit.” Peter paused, and finally, Harley bucked up the courage to look at him. Peter’s eyes were so  _ tired.  _ He was already exhausted. And when he found out what Harley had hidden from him- he wanted to cry again. “But I just- I attacked our  _ team, _ Harley. I attacked our team and I almost murdered a man and I- I wouldn't have reacted like that if I had known that you were alive and safe and  _ not  _ in the suit.” 

“I-” His voice caught and wobbled. “Are you mad I didn’t tell you?”    
  
Peter went quiet, then nodded, “I broke Steve’s nose. I would’ve killed him if he stopped me from killing that villain- I- It’s not your fault but if you had  _ told me  _ that you weren’t in the suit then I wouldn’t have- I wouldn’t have gone- so- so-  _ feral.  _ I wouldn’t have become a  _ monster,  _ Harley.”    
  
“You’re not a monster.”    
  
“I became one when I thought I had lost you.”    
  
Blinking back tears he looked away, “I just- Tony told me to stay?”    
  
“Why?”   
  
“I can’t-” His breath felt like it was rattling his chest, “I can’t tell you that. I can’t tell you that, Peter.” 

His mate tensed again and Harley couldn’t look at him. “You promised me to tell me everything.”    
  
“I can’t- not when- you don’t  _ understand.”  _

“I can’t understand what you don’t want to  _ tell,  _ Harley,” Peter’s voice was tight, “I’m so, so glad you’re alive but I don’t understand why you didn’t  _ tell  _ me.” 

“Because I couldn’t!” 

“Why couldn’t you-” His mate’s breath caught in his throat for a moment, and then, gently, ever so slowly, a hand fell on where Harley’s had been resting over his stomach. 

Harley breathed in sharply, “Peter-”

Peter didn’t say anything- just shook his head, hand squeezing Harley’s tightly. The silence was eating away at him and he felt his breathing jerk into something a few steps away from hyperventilation. This wasn’t how Peter was supposed to find out, this wasn’t how Peter was supposed to find out, this wasn’t how he was supposed to tell Peter. 

“I-” He gasped out after a few more moments of silence, “I’m sorry- I’m sorry- Tony wouldn’t let me go on the mission because he knew and I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, fuck, Peter, I’m so sorry-”    
  
“You-” Peter’s voice cracked, and Harley forced himself to look at his mate. Normally he could read Peter like a glove, but now his mate’s eyes were cloudy with some feeling that Harley couldn’t place. It made him afraid. “You told Tony before you told me?”    
  
He whimpered, “Peter-”    
  
“You told tony before you told me,” Peter repeated, almost to himself, “He- He knew- How long have  _ you  _ known?”    
  
Jerking his head, he pulled his hand away from Peter’s, pressing it over his eyes to stop from crying instead. He couldn’t answer that question, couldn’t face what he had done. He jerked his head again, but Peter simply gently cupped his wrists and brought them away from his face with one hand, the other hand still on his stomach. “How long?”    
  
“A month and a half,” His voice was trembling, “I’ve known a month and a half.”    
  
Peter visibly flinched, and the thick smell of  _ hurt  _ laced itself into his scent, “Why didn’t you- Harley why didn’t you tell me- you- Tony knew first?”    
  
“I told Tony first,” Sobbing now, he still couldn’t look at his mate. His words were hiccups and broken, but he tried so hard to compose himself for his mate. “I told Tony the day I found out- I was so so scared- I was so scared- and I told him because I needed to tell someone and I couldn’t tell you and-”   
  
“Harley,” Peter whispered weakly, “Why didn’t you think you could tell me?”   
  
Shaking his head, he let out a whimper, “Because we’re so  _ young _ Peter- we’re so young and this wasn’t even on the table and we haven’t even got married yet and we only officially bonded last year and you  _ just  _ got that job at the daily bugle that you’ve been wanting and I  _ know  _ this would be such a  _ burden  _ to you but I couldn’t just- its just- this isn’t-”    
  
“This isn’t a  _ burden,”  _ Peter sounded horrified, “This isn’t a burden. God- Harley- I- whatever I did to make you think I couldn’t be trusted with this- I’m so, so sorry- Because I- Sweetheart, It was always on the table. I just- I thought we had time to talk about the menu but  _ of course  _ this was on the table. This- I’ve always- I want-  _ Harley-”  _

“I couldn’t tell you, Peter.” His tears were making his vision blurry now and he felt dizzy, “I couldn’t tell you anything about it and I- I wanted too- but I didn’t want to be an omega chaining you down- cause bonds are reversible- this- this isn't-” 

“Good.” Peter’s voice was rough and soothing and warm and it was enough to make him suck in a deep breath. “Good. I’m  _ glad _ this isn’t reversible. God- I’m so fucking happy that this isn’t reversible, Harley- I- shit, baby, I- This is what I want. I want you and this and a marriage and a white picket fence or an apartment uptown and I- I want this. Do you?”    
  
His breath came in shuddering, and he reached for his mate, “Of course I do- of  _ course  _ I do- but we’re so so young, Peter, we’re so so young- I- I just turned twenty-two, and you’re about to turn twenty-three and-”   
  
“People go through this younger than us and turn out okay,” Peter hushed, “My parents did and they were okay. They were amazing, those five years I got to have them and- believe me, Harley, you can be young and have this.”    
  
“Okay,” he whimpered, breathing in his mate, “You’re not mad?”    
  
“I’m not… I’m not mad,” his mate faltered, then whispered, “You knew for a month and a half? And you- You didn’t tell me?”    
  
“I didn’t know how too,” Leaning into him, he whispered the words against his neck. He mirrored their earlier position, pressing his nose into the crook of Peter’s neck and breathing him in. By this time some of the hurt had faded slightly and he pressed closer. “God, I wouldn’t have told Tony if I hadn’t been so terrified. I was so so terrified.”    
  
“I wish you would’ve told me.”    
  
“If- If I had known you would be happy about this- I would’ve-”    
  
“What did I do to make you think I’d be mad?”    
  
At the horror in his voice, Harley just had to laugh. “Course you wouldn't get it, baby, you’ve always been so- so good. But- but a lot of alpha’s see this as a ball and chain and I was- I was so scared-” 

“You don’t ever have to be scared of me.” Peter laughed to at his laugh, but his voice was still weaker than it normally was. “You know that right?”    
  
“I do. I do know that.”    
  
“Okay. Okay. I love you.”    
  
“I love you too.” 

Peter pressed his face into his hair and breathed him in, then whispered out quietly, “Tony was right to send the suit out without you in it. He- he made the right call- and if- if you had been in the suit- if I had lost you and  _ this- _ before I even  _ knew-”  _

“You know now,” he assured quietly, kissed his neck, “You know now. You know now and you haven’t lost me and I’ve already made the call to remote pilot the armor for the next year. I won’t- I won’t put this in danger.”    
  
“Good.” Arms tightened around him. “Good. I can’t- I can’t lose this.”    
  
“You won’t. I won’t let us lose this.” 

At that, Peter cracked a tiny smile, gently probing Harley's face away from his neck and leaned in to kiss over his lashes, his cheekbones, his freckles, his smile. He couldn't help but giggle at the soft featherlight kisses, and Peter let out a soft giggle too, the joy of what he’d found out tonight sinking in slightly even as the fear and hurt sank in slightly too. 

They’d have to talk about this more. 

It wasn’t okay that he’d hidden this from Peter, and the trauma from seeing his mate- well his mate’s armor- killed in front of him would haunt the Alpha for a long long time. Especially now. Especially now that he knew. 

But for now, Harley let his mate shift him to laying down and kiss over him. His neck, his chest, his rib cage, all the places that Peter loved to kiss. Loved to love. It made him feel like he was floating slightly, but that must have been the emotional exhaustion of the entire situation. 

Peter brushed a kiss to his stomach then looked up at him, “I love you to the moon and to Saturn.”    
  
“I love you to space and back,” he whispered, running a hand through his hair, “I love you so much.” 

Peter kissed his stomach again. 

**Author's Note:**

> Thank you so much to Noëmi again for betaing this for me!! 
> 
> AS usually you can find me at peachy-keener on tumblr, and tell me what you think about this!


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